you woke up to the sound
of footsteps on the hardwood floor
green eyes and an unwavering stare
that you never could keep
and then there was her
from before, soft hands and
a wide smile. there’s thousands
of miles between you now, and
you haven’t spoken for a while.
if you learn how to love,
you must learn how to lose.
warmth will turn to cold one day, but
they will not always turn to you.
everything is transitory, even
the ones you’re thinking of now
and it hurts, that one day all your affection
will have no place to go but out
but is it worth never taking the leap?
never breaking your bones
because you fell too deep?
never holding a heart
that wasn’t yours to keep ?
if everything changes, you will too
you’ll grow older and maybe wiser
you’ll change the photos in your room.
someday you will no longer long for a love like
the comment section of
‘the notebook’ on youtube.
if you love something, you must let it go
because love is not a collar
that you can force
it is an outstretched hand;
to love is to grow.